"It was meant to be me that told you..."


Date: 26th May 2023.

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FINAL FINAL WARNING! This chapter will make or break for those who have still not yet read the prequels, I hope you're prepared.

For those who know the deal and for my long time readers, I really hope you enjoy the moment you've been waiting for!

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Maybe I'm making too much of a fuss, I don't know XD

Enjoy!


"Wesker?" Chloe echoed Chris quietly. But wasn't he killed by rockets in a volcano years ago? She explicitly remembered being told that he took two rockets to the face as he was having a pleasant paddle in molten rock. There was no way that he could've survived it, surely?

"Derek Simmon's cloning experiments, and Alex Wesker's mind database," sneered Wesker, as if he knew the confused thoughts of Chris and Chloe. He curled his lip and turned to face the large monitors, and he began smoothly tapping away at a keyboard with one hand.

"A full body clone of myself was successfully created by Simmons, while my dear sister offered to implant a device to read my brain." he explained further. The monitors came to life, and he began navigating yellow files.

"That device read everything; my memories, my thoughts, my experiences, and it only deactivated after you murdered me, Chris. While I do not have the same body, I am very much the same god known as Albert Wesker."

Chris clicked his tongue at Wesker's self label of god.

More opening of files. Chloe felt something against her belly as Chris blocked her full view of Wesker; she looked down and saw that he was giving her Claire's handgun. She quietly took it from him and he twisted his hand into a thumbs up, but how did he have the gun? Where was Mom?.

"I even recall clearly that rocket coming towards my face." shrugged Wesker, and finally something besides files appeared on screen. The header was labelled 'TSR-10: Chloe May Redfield'.

"So, Chris!"

Chloe peered around her uncle and saw that Wesker was smiling arrogantly at him, pointing at the data chart on the big screens.

"I see you have been a very naughty and busy boy!" Wesker moved his arm to point at Chloe, and she frowned at him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of black sunglasses; he flicked his hand to open the arms, and smoothly slid them onto his face.

Chris' breathing became shaky to Chloe's ears, and she passed a look of concern at him. Of course she had heard all of the stories of how Wesker had used and betrayed Chris' old police squad in Raccoon City, and how he had beaten Chris badly in Antarctica, and how he had captured Jill Valentine and used her antibodies for his own gain, so Chris was more than likely just pissed about him STILL being alive and he was shaking with fury.

"I wonder if you ever told your daughter your dirty little secret!" Wesker leered, swaying a hand at Chloe.

Chloe abruptly stopped her meandering thoughts and stepped more to Chris' side, but his arm again tried to force her back.

"Wait? Do you actually have a kid, Chris?" she asked with raised eyebrows. Wesker cackled, low and nasally, and he delivered a snide curtsy to her.

"My dear there is only one reason why your DNA chart looks this way!" he spoke to her, again pointing at the screens.

"Chloe, we're leaving. Now." whispered Chris, but his voice now trembled along with his body.

"Normal people, Chloe, have four lines here, widely spread." Wesker zoomed in to show only two sets of lines, with two others very closely overlapping the first two. "But here, you almost only have two! Do you know why you only barely have these, youngest Redfield?"

"Shut up, Wesker! We're going, Chloe." Chris again said, and he attempted to shepherd Chloe towards the door on the left.

"Your DNA from both sets of grandparents are why these lines are so close! You only have one set of grandparents, in fact! Did daddy dearest ever tell you that?!"

"Ignore him, Chloe. We're leaving." Chris was sweating, his arm was shaking against Chloe's belly, and he grabbed the hem of her jacket as they still stepped closer to the door.

"Not only that, but look here!" Wesker opened another chart with three differently coloured lines, "your DNA from your two grandparents are doubled up! Even more proof that they are your only biological grandparents!"

"He's just a bastard, Chloe, let's get out." Chris stammered.

"Ergo, Chloe, the man you have referred to as your uncle all of your life is none other than your biological father!"

Chris froze in place, uttering something between "fuck" and "shit", and Chloe craned her neck at Wesker. No, he's trying to have her on, trying to get Chris' back up. He's pulling dumb ideas out of his ass, surely, she thought.

"When were you going to tell Chloe that you're her father, Chris? When were you going to tell her that you enjoy your little sister's touch?" Wesker rounded off his comment with a low cackle.

Chloe could only stand there and be, well, puzzled. Why was Chris behaving like this? Why was Wesker teasing Chris so?

"But my real dad is dead?" Chloe said, "he died a long time ago!"

"Your real dad is quivering like a leaf right next to you! Look at him!" laughed Wesker, "I never imagined he'd be the type of person to bed his own sister! You're a child born from incestuous activities, little Redfield!"

Chloe looked at Chris' face, at the horrified expression he wore. No…

"Is…Chris? Is this the big secret that no one would tell me?"

Chris only briefly glanced at her and sighed.

"We're leaving, Chloe." He pointed his rifle at Wesker, and Chloe hesitated as she raised the SLS-60. Grandpa stalked past them both and held the door open, but he was frowning at Chris.

Chloe looked at Wesker still smiling at her, and then she looked at Dave. He was still trying to pull himself along the floor by the cell they had come from, but his body spasmed as his blood soaked his clothes. He looked up at her and whimpered, and then she turned to leave the room.

The three Redfields, Beethree and Thor jogged down the long corridor in silence; the tension between the three relatives was so thick that Chloe could feel it compressing her at every angle. It forced on her body, it invaded her mind, but it was merely a light pressure compared to the invasion of thoughts inside her head right now.

She looked ahead at Chris; even in his running posture it was evident that every muscle in his hulking body had seized up, and the back of his neck was flushed with blood.

Years ago, in karate training at the apartment's gym, he had said "my girl" to her, and she had playfully mocked him for it. Several times recently he had been close to revealing a secret, and Claire had interrupted him every time. He had always considered her to be "like a daughter", he had always been frustrated by an unknown hindrance nobody could tell her about.

Wait.

Minnie. Minnie had said that all five of them had the same parent. She had said that Chris wasn't telling her something. The "big family secret."

Was Chris really her dad? Her uncle AND her dad?!

"Yes, Chloe. Chris is our dad. Mom never had anyone else. All five of us were Chris' kids."

"Minnie?! No this can't be real?"

"Oh it's real."

"But they're siblings, aren't they?!"

"That they are, sis. That they are."

"You're telling me that they, as siblings, slammed at least five times?!"

"Yup. I've been trying to tell you this, Chloe. This is what I tried to get through to you in the consciousness of the Mold."

"No… I don't want to believe that Chris is our dad!"

"Believe it, little sis, because it can't be any truer…sorry."

Her crawlies slowed her pace as they rippled under her flesh, and she let out a weak cry.

"It…it hurts…"

She planted her free hand on the ground and coughed roughly as her body became overwhelmed with pain, no, this wasn't pain, this was sheer agony! Her crawlies were trying to burst forth from her skin, from every crevice inside her chest cavity. She gasped for breath, and her necklace, with its three little gems and her name finely carved into the hollow heart, dangled loosely around her neck.

Her eyes widened as she continued to gasp for air.

Three gemstones. One for June, one for July, one for January. One for her, one for Mom, one for her father.

Her father.

Chris' birthday was in January.

The realisation crashed violently over her like an unforgiving tsunami after an earthquake, and as Chris worriedly crouched in front of her she met his eyes.

"Oh my God… you really are my dad, aren't you?" she uttered, pulling her not broken arm into her torso, and Chris' eyes softened, almost to the point where she thought he'd cry, but he gave no response, nor confirmation or denial. He scooped an arm under her legs, and curled the other around her back before standing up. They all continued to the first cargo elevator, and Chris elbowed the button to send it on its way.

"I'm a little concerned that Verminus hasn't tried to come after us." Beethree worried his red hair and peered over the rails, but no one joined in on his troubled thought. Chris looked up at the inclined rails as Chloe looked at his face.

He was deliberately avoiding her gaze.

"It's true, isn't it, Chris?"

His eyelid twitched, but still he didn't look at her. She touched her arm where the break was, but felt no bulge of misshapen bone, and it didn't hurt anymore.

Shame about the rest of her body.

"Son?" Grandpa spoke up. "You didn't really do the dirty with Claire, did you?"

"Don't listen to anything that bastard has said!" Chris suddenly snapped. He carried Chloe into the far corner of the elevator and held her closer to him, pressing his forehead into her hair.

"He took it away from me…" he whispered into her ear, "It was meant to be me that told you. Wesker stole the moment from me…"

"So it is true?" Chloe whispered back, and Chris kissed her head.

"I'm so sorry that you found out this way, Chloe…I'm so sorry…"

All lights along the shaft suddenly shut off, and the elevator screeched to a halt, off-balancing the men as Chloe quickly grabbed Chris' shoulder.

"Chris," came Wesker's voice over a tannoy. "How cowardly of you to end our little reunion so soon. Just like you Chris, isn't it, to run from your problems. You haven't changed."

Chris gently set Chloe back onto her feet and gave her a once over, but Wesker's voice rang through again;

"Imagine. Imagine the world discovering that the legendary Chris Redfield has been in a relationship with his little sister. Imagine the controversy, the tarnished reputation, the scandal! Oh it would be so bittersweet to behold!"

Chris worriedly rubbed the back of his neck, Grandpa repeatedly hit the button on the control panel, and Wesker carried on;

"And what about the girl, hm? Have you ever been awake at night, Chloe? Hearing suspicious noises coming from another bedroom? Tell me, girl, how does it feel to know that you have probably heard them fucking each other? How does it feel to know that your mother and uncle were at it?"

Nope. Chloe was NOT going to try to imagine what he just described, and she creased her face, as if pulling dumb faces would keep the thought at bay. It wasn't an image that she was going to entertain.

"I'm sure that your parents must be overjoyed after learning what their children have done together, Chris!"

Chloe tiptoed and lifted her chin over Chris' shoulder level to see Grandpa's reaction, but the only expression she could see was the same sorrow as earlier, accompanied with that frown that he had worn in the office. She flickered her eyes back to his shoulder again after noticing torn fabric and blood. When did he get shot?

"You thought I'd just let you walk out of here, didn't you? There are zombies up ahead, I let them out, do you have enough bullets to take them all down, Chris? I suspect not! You are far too trigger happy!"

Chris blew a breath roughly from his nose and looked back up the elevator shaft, before he glanced at Beethree, Grandpa, even to Thor, finally fixating on Chloe. He pulled a strap over his head and handed Chloe his assault rifle.

"Chris?"

"Chloe, listen to me." He pulled clips from his harness and shoved them into her pockets. "Use those emergency steps on the side over there. I know you well enough that you can use a rifle one handed. Don't waste any shots, and if you can avoid using bullets at all, then do it. Claire is on the next elevator up, Dad. I had to knock her out. Sorry."

"...Chris?" repeated Chloe, slowly backing away. Chris leant in and kissed her on the cheek, but it wasn't his lips that made her skin wet.

"I love you so much, Chloe. I'm sorry that this is how it all came out. I've had to hide it for so long, but regardless of whether I should've done what I did with Claire, I'm proud to be your father. I'm not ashamed of being both your uncle and dad."

"Why are you talking like that? What are you doing?!"

Chris' eyes lowered to her necklace, and he gently poked it with his finger.

"There's no hiding it now. You're my little girl, Chloe, this is that one thing that I wanted to tell you. And just know that I do love you as a father should. I always have."

He threw an arm around her shoulders and pressed his nose into her face.

"Now get out of here, fight your way out. Stay in school, get an education. Get a good job. Break the Redfield curse and live a normal life away from bioterrorism."

By the time Chris stepped back from her, tears flowed down his face, and he brushed her cheeks with his thumbs.

"I love you, my little girl…"

"Chris…what are yo-CHRIS!" yelled Chloe as his figure ran for and disappeared down the shaft. She ran to the rails, and saw him sliding down the decline, landing at the bottom before running back towards the labs.

"Chloe…" Grandpa began, but Chloe spun on her heels and threw the rifle at him, along with the clips that Chris gave her.


Chris sprinted down the now darkened corridors, furiously wiping his tears. He ran full speed until he burst back into the office, so hard that one door flew off its hinges, ran straight for Wesker and connected his fist with his face. Right into that smug bastard's face.

Blood flew through the air (as did the sunglasses) as Wesker's nose crunched under his knuckles, but one hit wasn't enough. Not enough.

He had ruined the one moment he wanted to share with Chloe, the one chance that he'd get to reveal his paternity to her without intrusion, the one time he had finally gained permission from Claire after fifteen years of pretending to be nothing more than her uncle, nothing more than the middle aged babysitter when Momma-Bear had work overseas. Wesker had ripped that chance away from him, and he wasn't going to let him get away with it.

He punched him again, and threw another, but Wesker deflected it and swung. It barely grazed his arm though after a well timed lean, and he again threw another punch.

Wesker backed off, but not far enough that Chris' foot couldn't reach, and the former S.T.A.R.S captain was sent flying into a desk, shattering it.

"Get the fuck up, Wesker." growled Chris, and he kicked him again, this time in the face. "Where's your fancy fucking Matrix style dances moves now then?!"

Wesker chuckled as he spat blood from his mouth and leapt to his feet, but his double kick caught Chris on the knees, causing his former S.T.A.R.S marksman to stumble backwards. Chris regained his balance and ran at him, pulling his arm back for another punch, but Wesker caught his fist.

And he squeezed it.

Chris aimed a punch with his free arm, but it went wide, and the Redfield man felt a horrid, agonising crunch in his hand as one finger snapped.

"Think of all of the S.T.A.R.S team, your BSAA friends, your beloved Hound Wolf Squad." jeered Wesker, blood trickling from his nose, from his mouth, and from a cut to his forehead. "Think of their reaction when they find out that you fell for the caress of your sister."

"Shut the fuck up." gritted Chris, and he tried to kick out, but Wesker twisted his body away, and Chris yelled out at the sensation of another finger breaking.

"Imagine all of the men who have died for you. Imagine if they knew they died for a man who finds love between his little sister's thighs."

"Shut UP!"

"On the rare occasion that you CAN protect someone, it is because you're protecting your daughter-niece hybrid lovechild from the ugly truth!"

Chris' whole body shook as the remaining fingers snapped in several places, and Wesker grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the floor.

"I've got what I wanted. To make you aware that I know, oh I do know, and soon the world will know. Tell me, what does the lovely Claire say to you amidst the throes of passion?"

Chris was losing oxygen, fast. He had continuously tried and failed to get another hit on his old nemesis, and he was losing more and more energy as each second passed.

"Time to die, Chris." snarled Wesker, and his grip grew tighter, very nearly closing his fingers around his windpipe completely.

This was it, Chris faintly thought as his fingers slowly ceased to claw away at Wesker's wrist. This was where he was going to die. To Albert fucking Wesker of all people.

A furious yelp from Wesker signalled the sudden intake of breath that he needed, and Wesker stumbled back, clutching his arm. A combat knife protruded from the forearm, embedded through the fabric of his trenchcoat, and before Chris could see where it had come from, Wesker's figure was sent spiralling across the room with enough force that he crashed through the window into the test lab. The noise was impossibly loud as large chunks of tempered glass showered the office. He heard another set of steps, much faster but smaller than his or Wesker's, and then the gentle crunch of broken glass.

Chris stared in awe at the mangled mess of his hand, and he heard gunfire from inside the test lab.

"No one fucks with my family!"

His heart went stone cold.

No, no no no Chloe what the fuck is she doing?!

"Ahahaha, no one need to fuck with your family, youngest Redfield, they fucked with each other, if you catch my meaning!"

Chris felt rage rise at Wesker's remark, and angrily he pulled himself up against a desk and ran for the window, leaping over the frame and into the lab. Wesker lay in a puddle of his own blood, and his stomach was impossibly caved, but not through bullets.

What the hell had happened to him? What sent him flying through the window?

Wesker cackled as Chloe emptied her handgun's ammo into him, and he pointed at her.

"Now, girl! If I knew you were capable of that, I'd have certainly experimented on you!"

"Shut the fuck up." snapped Chloe, and she approached him, much to Chris' dismay, and yanked her knife out of his arm before backing away to Chris' side. "I don't know what happened to me, but I feel good about it."

Chris looked her up and down, and she handed his bulletproof vest back to him. He squinted his eyes and checked her arm; no broken bulge, no grimace of broken ribs, even the faint scars from childhood accidents had vanished. In fact she had fired the gun with her earlier broken arm!

"What the…" breathed Chris, and Chloe, seeing his reaction, waved and curled and shook her arm around like it had never been injured, all with a smile on her face.

"Chloe, you are one extraordinary child!" declared Wesker weakly, still on the ground with part of his torso imploded.

"MY extraordinary child, you bastard." Chris snapped at him, defensively stepping half in front of Chloe, but Wesker ignored him as he continued to stare at her.

"Not only are you totally unaffected by your genetics on a mental and physical level, but you are the first female to survive the mutation of t-Phobos!"

Chloe was, once again, puzzled, Chris knew her expression of puzzlement. t-Phobos. The Progenitor strain virus that turned Claire's colleagues into monsters. The reason why he had warned her of keeping her fear and stress levels in check. Did it happen in the corridor when she keeled over? Was that her own unique version of mutating?

"It seems however that-" Wesker coughed and slowly drew himself to his feet, "physically you suffered no ill." He pointed at the gory crater in himself; "but punching me so hard and then throwing me through a twelve inch window is no easy feat! I commend you!"

Chris used his good hand to push Chloe beyond him, but she countered, pushing back at him, and her unsuspecting strength surprised him as she moved him like a simple toy doll.

Wesker began to groan and hiss, and as Chris snapped his head back to watch him; the implosion on his body filled in, and he straightened up with another of his trademark cackles.

Chris saw a flash of auburn beside him, but it wasn't Chloe, and he threw his arm out to catch-

"Mom?!"

"Chris!"

Chris' breath caught in his throat. Thirty seven years. For the first time in thirty seven long years his ears were graced with his mother saying his name.

"Mom…"

"What are you doing?! Go! Both of you!" cried Louise, peering up at him through the mess of red hair hanging over her face, but Chris could only hold her harder.

"It seems resilience was an inherited trait!"

Chris looked back at Wesker to find him pointing his Samurai Edge custom model at him. Out of nowhere Chloe appeared right by Wesker, uppercutting his elbow, and it shattered, sending the gun flying upwards. Louise pushed herself off Chris' body and ran at Wesker as the gun circled its way back down. Wesker painfully deflected a crushing round kick from Chloe, forcing her leg upwards and sending her onto her back.

A bang echoed around the room and Louise screamed, falling heavily into a heap.

"Oops," teased Wesker, "Wrong Redfield."

Chloe darted at him again, poised to, yeah, Chris knew this, she was going in for a turning round kick, it was the only kick she would make a run-

Another three bangs. Chris stared at Chloe, but she stared back at him, her kick a recent failure.

"Chris?" she gasped weakly, and her eyes shifted down from his face. He slowly looked down and touched just above his navel, his bulletproof vest still clutched in his hand.

The world swam, he wavered, and…and what? What was happening? The world was fuzzy was it always fuzzy why did Chloe scream his name as the floor moved closer to his face?


"Fucking jerk!" I cursed to myself as I ran down white corridor after white corridor. Fuck, these virus evil types really weren't creative or aesthetic were they?! Boring, boring, all the same. They are all the same!

And Chris?!

Asshole! What the hell, knocking me out?!

I skidded to a stop and closed my eyes, remembering what exactly had happened on that cargo elevator;

Some time earlier;

"Claire no!"

Chris grabbed my arm and yanked as I pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot upwards, smashing off a metal girder high up.

"Why, Chris?!"

"This isn't you, Claire! Stop!"

"I deserve to die!"

He wrenched the gun from my hand, and I tried to forcefully retrieve it, but of course.

Of course I was never going to overpower Chris.

He had proven nineteen years ago that he could overpower me even after drinking, after that night that had ultimately resulted in Minnie.

The night that had ultimately sealed our future.

"Claire." said Chris, as he held me in a headlock, "I'm not going to allow you to harm yourself anymore. You abandoned that way years ago. The you wanting to harm yourself, to kill yourself, it isn't you, it's the Mold."

I could still breathe even in this headlock, but I still felt like I was suffocating in the crutch of his elbow.

"Come back to me, Claire…we're beyond the fighting, the suicide attempts, the miserable pits of our lives."

He didn't flinch as my tears crawled through the fine hairs on his forearm.

"We have the best little girl, Claire, the best. And right now she needs us, and she's gonna need you to keep it together."

"Yeah…" I sobbed.

"All three of us, Claire, you hear me? All three of us will get out, we'll resolve our problems, we'll get the treatment you need from Rebecca, but please for the love of God let me tell her that I'm her father!"

"I can't let you, Chris…"

"After everything we're going through right now, you're still going to deny me that? Claire, please."

"She will hate us…"

"And that's for her to decide. Let me tell her. She deserves to know now."

"I don't want her running away from home if she doesn't like what she hears…"

"I don't think she'll run away, Claire. I wasn't going to tell her at home anyway."

"What?"

"I was going to take her to that spot outside of the city, the one with the fallen tree trunk."

"Chris, that's even worse if she tries to run from you there!"

"She won't get very far, and eventually she'll want to come home. I won't let her get far from me. Let me tell her, Claire. Please."

My mind buzzed wildly with a million thoughts. Visions of Chloe screaming at us when she realises that her uncle is also her birth father, her anger at the Redfield revelation and her guaranteed disgust when she pieces it all together. I nodded vaguely, finally giving Chris the permission that he's pined for ever since Chloe could walk and talk and be openly curious about the world around her, but I still stared far out. Chris' voice snapped me back;

"I'm going after her, Claire. I'd like for you to stay here and be ready to leave when I get back with her."

"I'm going with you, Chris."

"No. You're not."

"Yes I am Chr-"

He twisted my head back and silenced me with a kiss, that soft, voluptuous kiss that I had grown to crave over the course of nineteen years.

"No, you're not. Forgive me, Claire."

I gasped sharply as his arm thrust into my throat once more, but the intake of breath was precipitously cut short.


I cursed to myself. I know I love it when he chokes me, but not when he wants to incapacitate me to stop me from following him.

Asshole.

I continued to sprint down the corridor, all too aware that I was completely unarmed after Chris took my gun from me, and a figure appeared at a junction ahead. I tried to stop, but ran straight into them, and they grabbed my arms. Hard.

"What the fuck, get off me!" I tried to wrench my arms free, I thrashed, but the person just wouldn't let me go, and panic began to set in.

"Claire? Claire, it's…it's me…"

I abruptly ceased my fight.

No…

That voice…

I slowly raised my eyes, to two arms bearing curled, black letters.

"Princess?" the voice spoke again.

My eyes kept travelling gradually, first over both arms to confirm for myself; yes, Christopher on one, Claire on the other.

Did I want to look? Did I want to? My heart raced as I forced my eyes, my neck upwards, to the scarred face of a man. His eyes softened the instant our gaze met, and he smiled with a trembling lip.

"It's me, my little biker princess…"

"Dad?" I breathed, and his smile widened.

"Hey, princess."

His grip on my arms tightened but I welcomed it, and I thrust myself into his chest. The smell! The scent! I felt my childhood come flooding in like a swarm of ants, each little creature embodying each little memory that his smell brought back to my mind.

On his motorbike, on the couch in his arms during movie nights, his comforting warmth after I became sick from missing Chris after his departure to the USAF.

"Daddy…" I sobbed, and his arms coiled around me. Yes, this was it, this was my life before the tragedy. I was the little daddy's girl, the little biker princess.

"Claire, baby, listen to me." He backed away and cupped my face, and he gasped, "Oh my God, you really are the spitting image of your mother."

I laughed through tears, and he sniffed as a single tear rolled over a scar.

"Listen, princess, I've always been so proud of you. You've never stopped being my little girl, no matter how much time has passed. I've never stopped loving you, okay? I've never stopped loving you."

I nodded frantically; "I've never stopped loving you too, Dad…I miss you so much…"

"And I you, princess." He leant in to kiss me on the forehead, but it saddened me. It wasn't the same without his itchy beard tickling my nose.

"I always said I'd do anything just to get even an hour with you and Mom again…"

"Me too, but sadly, we don't have an hour to spare." said Dad as he brushed my hair from my face, "Chris went after Verminus, and Chloe went after him. I had to come through a vent to get back here after Chloe barricaded the door behind her."

"Chloe…"

"I know, by the way." Dad's voice suddenly became firm, and his eyes were like the time I deliberately broke his favourite coffee cup out of spite when I was five.

"Know what?"

"About you and Chris."

I outwardly gasped and shrieked in one rapid breath.

"I'm not mad with you and your brother, Claire, but I am disappointed. I have no idea what was running through your minds when you both decided to enter whatever relationship that became, but on the other side of the coin, you both raised Chloe well, she's an awesome kid, she's got her head screwed on. For the most part."

"For the most part." I repeated with a tearful chuckle. "I'm sorry, Dad."

"Too late for apologies, at least fifteen years too late."

"We've let you down haven't we?"

"Yes." replied Dad, but that one word cut more than any blade I ever put to my skin ever did.

"But that's not what is important." continued Dad, "What's important is that we get you, Chris and Chloe out of here."

"I'm sorry, Daddy…"

"It's not important anymore. Come with me, we need to find Chris and Chloe."

He held my hands, stroked my fingers with his thumbs, but something caught his attention. He raised my left hand and stared.

"Louise's ring… and this one? Let me guess…Chris?"

"Sorry…"

"God, Claire, if I hadn't been locked away from you both for this long, I'd have refused to interact with you. You realise how illegal and disgusting this is."

"I do realise, and I'm sorry, but no one was meant to know, only me and Chris!" I wailed, tired of keeping my emotions in check.

"You weren't even going to tell Chloe, were you?! God, fucking hell, it doesn't matter. Come with me."

He turned and ran a few metres before stopping, gesturing for me to follow. He waited until I had caught up, and I followed him in silence, with bile and rot in my stomach.

How did he know…how did he find out about me and Chris? Did Chris tell him?! I clenched my fists as I tailed behind Dad.

Oh my God.

This man…he really is Dad…

He really hadn't been dead this entire time! My heart ached; he'd been in here, locked away by Verminus, locked down here with Mom. Verminus had been the only soul to know that my parents were alive this entire time.

Stairs and a corner.

Verminus.

I'll fucking kill him.

Passed some kind of cafeteria type place.

Who the FUCK does he think he is, some fucking nobody toying with people's lives?!

I'll fucking kill the bastard-

We entered an office type room, with a huge frame and broken tempered glass strewn across the floor-

I'll fucking kill this Vermi-

"Claire Redfield! Dear Claire, how lovely to see you! Last time was Antarctica, if I remember correctly?"

My mouth fell open as I stared into the next room.

Verminus is-

"Well! Isn't this one big family reunion?"

Wesker. He's fucking WESKER.

Why the fuck am I not surprised?

Anger filled my body, rage imbued me, a sensation overtook me and-

Fuck, no, the Mold!

Against my will I screamed at Wesker and leapt over the window frame.


Chloe ran to Chris as blood pooled under his solar plexus, and she went cold at the sight of his face turning a chalk-white hue before her eyes.

"Chris, hang on…" Chloe whispered, vainly slapping her hand against his bullet wounds. She heard the click of a gun and looked up, but a crashing noise from the other room drew his attention, and he cackled.

"Claire Redfield! Dear Claire, how lovely to see you! Last time was Antarctica, if I remember correctly? Well! Isn't this one big family reunion?"

Wait, Mom?!

Chris pushed himself from the floor, but his hand slipped on his own blood, and Chloe just about caught him before his head connected with the tiles. He stared at her, and she knew that he was astonished at her sudden surge of strength, but then, so was she. Was this really what t-Phobos did to her? Was she really that unique?

A blood curdling scream shook Chloe to the core and her eyes darted up, in time to see Claire leap into the room and charge at Verminus, Wesker, whatever the fuck this guy was called. He rotated his hand to point her gun at her, and Chloe wasn't sure who had shouted; herself? Chris? Grandpa who had just appeared at the window? Granny, even?

It was all slow motion to Chloe's eyes as the bullet left the chamber, spiralling as it cut through the air. Claire's face was reminiscent of those other times that she had fallen into a rage, one that Chloe now understood was the Mold taking over, totally oblivious to the bullet surging towards her.

" Mom !"

Claire stopped in her tracks, even as the bullet spun closer and closer, the Mold dropped its mask, and she made a vague attempt to move away. In a glowing shower of light, like fireflies in the night, a figure manifested in front of her, collecting itself into a human-like form. It raised its forearms, and the bullet hit the figure without passing through. A hand was held outward, and the crumpled shell of the bullet was dropped to the floor with a soft clink.

" Well THAT fucking hurt… "

In a sweep of more glowing light, the figure began to become clearer; stockier than Chloe, taller, but nonetheless, very obviously from the same gene pool.

Minnie. Minnie Redfield.

Chloe could see her scowling at Wesker, and going by her mom's expression, she could see her too. Wesker grunted and fired again, and this one Minnie snapped up in her hand with a pained expression, crushing and dropping it to join the other spent bullet.

Granny very quietly confirmed to herself that Minnie was there, appearing to all of them. All of them except…

"Grrr! What is this? Why are these bullets just falling out of the air?!"

Chloe smirked, and Minnie matched her expression. Ok, so Wesker couldn't see her. Grandpa? No… Grandpa was, he was watching her too?! Wait. Chloe had it confirmed that he had about as much Mold as she did, no? That is to say, almost non-existent. Then the only other person that couldn't see her was-

"Chris!"

All heads in the room turned as Claire threw herself to Chris's side.

"Aw, how cute. But, Claire, don't touch him too much, we wouldn't want any more questionable actions between you and your darling big brother now, would we?"

He fired again, and Minnie darted towards them, taking the bullet into her shoulder. She yelled out, and she vanished in a soft spray of light again before she had even hit the floor.

" That one was too much, Chloe, sorry! Please get them out! Get out! " Minnie's voice rang in her mind.

Another shot sounded, and Chris pushed himself off the ground and grabbed Claire, rolling her over him so his back was to Wesker. Chris himself flinched harshly, but it was Claire who cried out.

"It's just a big hairy gorilla reference, Chris, I'm not foreshadowing anything!"

"Good, don't fucking jinx me, girl! I've not got this far to end up with a bullet in my ass!"

Chloe's view was obscured by Granny as she threw herself over Chris and Claire, but she could still see blood slowly soaking the pants at Chris' ass. Her attention turned to Wesker, who was now holding up a phone-like device.

"What a perfect moment for the perfect cocktail of viruses to take effect!"

He tapped the screen over a green circle, as if to answer a call, and Grandpa, before anything had even begun to happen, ran towards Granny. He ripped her off Chris and Claire, much to Wesker's chagrin and Claire's anguish, and ran with her to the opposite side of the room. She shrieked and writhed in agony, collapsing to Grandpa's feet, and her shoulders began bubbling wildly under her skin. Grandpa began running back, but Chloe had to avert her eyes as soon as blood spurted from grossly oversized pustules.

Grandpa gave Chris a nudge, who then rolled back over to check on Claire. From even where she stood Chloe could tell that they all knew what was going on on the other side of the room, and they were painfully choosing to avoid it. She spun at the sound of footsteps, and Wesker thrust his newly intact arm around her neck, holding his gun to her head and jolting her about to make her face her family. Not only could she see the horrified faces of Grandpa and Chris, and the dazed face of her mother, but she also had a clear view of Granny as she fell to her knees. Her already tainted jumpsuit was rapidly soaking up blood, and what… a muscle, was that? A tentacle? It came out of Granny's back! And another, and another as she screamed, gripping her hair harshly.

"Say farewell to your bloodline, Chris." growled Wesker.

"Oh fuck off!" laughed Chloe. Actual laughter. She circled rapidly with an elbow, so quickly that she felt quite sick from the speed, but by the time she had registered, Wesker was already holding a hand to a bloodied wound on his head in confusion.

"You!" she pointed at him, "you're nothing but a- where the fuck do you think you're going?!"

Wesker had stood up and ran at her, but she held a fist out to her side, and he ran into it, stomach level. He fell to the floor with a heaving cough, and blood dripped from his lips.

Chloe held her hands up and stared.

The crawlies. They were there alright, but what even was this? It didn't hurt anymore, but God she could feel it all; like spiders under her skin, worms in her muscles, ants in the fine hairs of her dermis. She clenched a fist and raised her eyes to look at Wesker with a sly grin, not unlike a teenager choosing to be in trouble.

"You're nothing but a sad, sorry little man, desperately grasping at anything to keep yourself relevant." Chloe sneered, still grinning at him.

Wesker threw a punch at her, she knew it was fast, too fast, but it was so, so sooo slow to her eyes, boringly so. She twisted her body only slightly, and he stumbled past her with his momentum.

"You're a done deal, Wesker. Now stay the fuck away from my family!"

She ran at him and threw a punch, but he pushed it by his face, and he countered with a mere cackle.

"Why am I fighting a child? Ahahahaha. WEAK." He swept her leg out from underneath her, but she smoothly regained her balance.

"I don't know, why are you fighting a child?" Her next punch hit its mark. "What kind of pathetic man is so desperate for power that he feels he has to fight a teenage girl, huh?! How inferior do you have to feel to get your kicks from beating up little girls?"

He somersaulted backwards to avoid her kick, and pointed a tensed finger at her.

"All of you! The entire Redfield family will never leave this room!" roared Wesker in his grizzled tone.

Chloe's mouth hung open in horror, and she quickly flicked her eyes to her side where her family were, except they weren't, they had got up and re-entered the lab office; Grandpa holding both of his children on their feet on either side of himself.

The lights all flickered on in time for Chloe to really see what had become of Granny, but it wasn't a sight she wanted to behold for too long. Granny's face was contorted, with her mouth held open and drooping to one side.

"I…ag-g-g agreeeee…" wailed Granny, and more lesions tore through what was left of her, as a huge mass of flesh and tendon filled the whole wall, "stay away f-f-frooom- my family!"

Chloe saw it coming down above Wesker's head, she saw the tentacle muscle thing come thundering down amidst the bright lights, and she was already over the window frame and into the office when the test lab behind her filled with the noise not dissimilar to a chunk of meat being slammed with a tenderiser. She didn't want to look, but her curiosity overcame her, and, as suspected, the previously white walls were now newly furnished with crimson paint and meat-like upholstery.


The song for this chapter is Our Truth by Lacuna Coil.

Finally! The reveal! Chloe now finally knows that secret!

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, and for those who now find this disgusting; I kinda did warn ya a few times, and you know, fanfics amirite? They can be anything XD

Next chapter will be up in a week (2nd June) and final chapter will go up on 9th June, exactly a year to the day that I began posting this fic, and I'm already sad about it!